Carl Grimes Imagines

I Can't

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There was a faint ticking of a clock a couple of feet from where I was sitting. That is the only noise that has brought me out of my daze from staring at the bed my best friend lays in. It's been a week since Alexandria was attacked, the same day Ron was killed, and Carl was shot. I haven't left Carl's side since it happened. I also haven't changed out of my dirty torn grey jacket or black jeans that have only hardened with blood. Rick has been coming to check in on Carl every day, never staying long enough because it's too hard for him to think about losing his son. The slight ticking of the clock brought me back to reality.

Time 10:53

I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my hands. I slowly stood up, trying not to make my vision any fuzzier than it already was. I walked over to the covered window and pulled open the curtains. My eyes felt like they were going to burn out of their sockets, not helping with my already raging headache.

Why does the sun have to be so bright today?

The reflection I saw in the window was terrifying. My hair was a mess sticking out in every direction, my clothes too big and crunchy. Yuck. The bags under my eyes from getting only a couple of hours of sleep. I already look thinner from not eating for so long. Well, there is one good thing about that. Now, if Alexandria is broken into, I really will pass for a walker. Always look on the bright side, am I right? I turned my head to look back at Carl. I can't sleep until Carl wakes up, I tell myself.

He will wake up.

He will wake up.

Please wake up!

I just want to shake him till he opens his eyes!

Well, eye.

Things won't be the same for Carl if he wakes up. He's currently wearing a cloth over his right eye, courtesy of Ron. Right after Walkers killed Sam and Jessie, Ron tried to shoot Rick, but he missed. Of course, Carl had to be the one to suffer like he hasn't lost enough already. Everyone has lost things, but Carl didn't deserve this. I should have been standing next to him, or I should have shot Ron first. I froze! The one time I froze.

Knock Knock

"Hey, Honey." Maggie sweetly spoke.

She held a platter that she set on a short brown drawer, which had medicine for Carl and a plate with food on it no doubt for me. Everyone has been trying to have me eat, but I just can't.

"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" She looked at me and then at Carl.

It's obvious she is just as tired as I am. Somehow she still looks perfect. She always does. Glenn and Maggie are practically family to me, other than Carl. Mags has been the one to check up on me more than anyone.

"I'm ok," I replied with a small smile.

"No need to lie through your teeth," Maggie looked back at me.

"Then why ask?" I crossed my arms.

Maggie grabbed the plate from the platter on the drawer, then walked towards the window where I was standing. She brushed the hair out of my face with one hand, and with the other, she carefully handed me the plate.

"I know it's hard on you Sweetie. No need to be defensive." We both looked back at Carl. "Glenn and I want to know if you would come back and stay with us for a bit. Have a bite to eat, get some sleep. Someone else will watch over Carl while you're restin'."

"As nice as that sounds Mags, I can't leave till Carl wakes up. We need to know he's ok." I say.

"Y/n, we're all scared for him, but if you don't eat or sleep, you won't be strong enough to help him when he wakes up."

Maggie makes a strong point, but I really can't leave. I mean, I can't force myself out the door. Carl wouldn't leave me. I can't leave him.

"Let's make a deal? I eat and wash up, but I don't stay at your house very long. Ok? So I can come back," I asked.

Maggie smiled back at me.

"Ok, if that's what it'll take, you can come back after you eat what I've given you, AND you take a shower," Maggie said, laughing a little bit.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "I don't smell that bad."

I know that I do for a fact. We both looked at each other and laughed.

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I rushed back over to where Carl has been recovering. Glenn and Maggie wanted me to stay over longer. I didn't sleep as they begged me to do, but at least I'm clean now. My hair in a low braid Maggie did for me. I put on a fresh black tank top with ripped jeans. I don't know why that was a trend before the apocalypse? I mean, isn't the point of jeans to keep you warm? Anyways, Maggie let me borrow her army jacket before I left, that I tied around my waist.

I finally arrived at the house. No one was outside. Thank god, I really didn't want to talk to anyone. I stomped up the steps and opened the door. No one inside either? I furrowed my eyebrows before looking around, confused.

"Denise? Tara?"

I made my way back to Carl's room, hearing the floor creak a bit. When I opened the door, Tara was sitting on Carl's bed facing me with a smile on her face. Denise was behind her with her hand on Tara's shoulder.

"I heard you missed me?" Carl's voice rang in my ears. He had the sweetest smile on his face as he opened his arms for me to hug him. "Imagine my surprise when the one person who wanted to see me the most wasn't here when I woke up."

"Carl!!" I practically screamed.

I ran over and hugged him immediately. I guess Tara and Denise left the room while Carl and I were hugging because when we both let go they were gone.

"I did miss you, so much, I thought you were going to die," I replied with a couple of tears on my face.

"Well, I had to come back, who would take care of you?" Carl looked at me and grabbed my hand.

I wiped off the tears that were rolling down my cheek and looked at our hands.

"Move over."

"What?"

"I haven't slept in a week move over," I laughed, "I'm not leaving your side, now that you've woken up."

The minute I was under the covers Carl put his arm around me.

"Good. I don't want you to leave."

By the time those words were out of Carl's mouth I was half asleep. The last thing I remember was Carl kissing the top of my head.